The wind now gusts w// added fury
Tempered by a steadfast stance
Were I a tree survived of eons
It's not just fate nor circumstance

No longer peeking yet still shrouded
This moon keeps a watch thru a sky somewhat clouded
Were we to stray from her shade
a pale glade

The birds begin their bubbling babble unfettered by the day's suprise Were I a feathered feckle fellow I'd be a hermit w/o the chatter

The wind howls its bleakness bared
And no one 'round to mention
Its mournful woe would stir my soul, leave nothing for contention

The wind howls its bleakness bared
And no one 'round to mention
Its mournful woe would stir my soul, leave nothing for contention

A moony sky asks not why
its tears are dry anigh
But when the sun does shine anon
The clouds scud far and wide
xxx

The wind howls its bleakness bared
And no one 'round to mention
Its mournful woe would stir my soul, leave nothing for contention

Another day of gloom promises energetic strides facing adversity w// grim resolve

The rain doth soothe the troubled soul
It calms the heart and makes me whole

The birds in the morn do chirp out a warning
"beware beware!'!"
Precious cargo is near
xxx

All the little horses and all the ladies' grooms
Lay aside their differences
and sang well in their rooms

Fish in the sky
Birds in the sea
you know you mean the world to me and
Tell me how long do I have to wait??
must I hesitate??

To the zoo the zoo !'!
i haven't a clue the zoo is so mysterious
the animals stare w// a woeful glare
and everyone appears so serious

The moon is teasing
outstretched arms beckoning me
i feel her laughter
xox

Big fat robin digging up a worm
hold it up and watch it wiggle watch it writhe 'n' squirm

The moon glows brightly underneath ur glist'ning eyes
i dwell in ur laugh xxx

Moon sets softly
whisping clouds murmur an air
i gaze in ur eyes
xxx

Big fat robin digging up a worm
hold it up and watch it wiggle watch it writhe 'n' squirm xxx

There is no refuge from confession but suicide yet that is confession
D Webster

heath might have worms too
o not laughter my wayward muse
the dawn beckons with
presuming guile
xxx